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Were living in the half light Falling for the dead Yearning for The Swoon Our affair became my Swan Song lets not pray to the crescent lets keep waiting waning and wandering stumbling through cycles til the final bow sowing seeds of a future in our drought.
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May 23, 2017
May 23, 2017 at 8:07 PM UTC
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Were living in the half light Falling for the dead Yearning for The Swoon Our affair became my Swan Song lets not pray to the crescent lets keep waiting waning and wandering stumbling through cycles til the final bow sowing seeds of a future in our drought.
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Armenian
May 23, 2017
May 23, 2017 at 8:07 PM UTC
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